Volcanic hearth

There’s a quake beneath my skin,

cracks in the calm I’m living in,

I feel the magma start to rise,

red lightning burning through my eyes.

Every breath’s a storm inside,

a tidal wave I cannot hide,

the pressure builds — I start to shake,

how much more can this faultline take?

I tried to bury it under stone,

but the heat still finds a home,

silence screams beneath the crust,

turning every tear to dust.

I’m a volcanic heart,

bleeding fire in the dark,

every scar’s a mountain torn apart,

yeah, I’m breaking, I’m awake,

a thunderstorm I can’t escape,

love’s a vortex pulling me away —

and I’m not okay.

Lava flows behind my grin,

smoke and sorrow wearing thin,

I swallow storms, I choke on rain,

trying to cleanse this burning pain.

The lightning cracks, it calls my name,

the sky remembers what I became,

I’m falling slow through acid dreams,

drowning quiet, no one screams.

The ground below begins to split,

my fears crawl out where I once hid,

ash and blood, they paint my scars,

a war inside that’s gone too far.

I’m a volcanic heart,

bleeding fire in the dark,

every scar’s a mountain torn apart,

yeah, I’m breaking, I’m awake,

a thunderstorm I can’t escape,

love’s a vortex pulling me away —

and I’m not okay.

Erupt the silence, let it burn,

turn my pain — let the world turn,

every heartbeat cracks the ground,

no escape, no calm, no sound.

I’m a faultline dressed in skin,

pressure’s rising deep within,

if this storm’s my only friend,

then let it rage until the end.

Ash in my lungs, fire in my throat,

I’m the ship that never floats,

every scream’s a tidal wave,

every kiss a shallow grave.

I’m a volcanic heart,

bleeding fire in the dark,

every scar’s a mountain torn apart,

yeah, I’m breaking, I’m awake,

a thunderstorm I can’t escape,

love’s a vortex pulling me away —

and I’m not okay.

Let the sky collapse on me,

let the earth reclaim what’s free,

from the ashes I will start —

the pain still burns... in my volcanic hearth.